Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
the Association,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.